before he was crowned king

It is forbidden for students to use magic in the Imperial Academy of Magic, and it is even more forbidden to use magic on people.But there are privileges in everything, just like Princess Ornis can ride a unicorn made of lightning to appear elegantly at the welcome party of the Falcon Club, Mars, the president of the Falcon Club, naturally enjoys different privileges than ordinary students .

But since enrolling, except for skipping some time-wasting courses, he has hardly used the privileges held by the royal family in the academy.

Today's behavior is undoubtedly a special case for him.

Sean looked at Serena, and Serena also looked at Sean. There were still eyes on the ground between the two of them. No one expected such a serious situation to happen.

"Brother Mars." Ornis looked at the man's stern expression.

"Miss Serena, what are you doing?" Mars approached the girl with a cold light in his eyes.

"I, I..." Serena couldn't help taking a step back. Mars' appearance was too scary for her to deal with. She couldn't help turning her eyes to the blond youth behind him for help.

"Your Highness—" Sean wanted to persuade, but Mars cut him off before he could speak.

"Xion, I didn't ask you to speak." Mars's voice couldn't hear any emotion, probably because he hadn't heard the other party speak in this tone for a long time, and Xien was slightly stunned.

"Miss Serena, did you just want to punish my attendant?"

"Your Highness, I, I just..." Serena pursed her lips and didn't know what to say for a while, "I'm just too angry."

"The only one who can punish his servants is his master. This is the law of the empire. Even Her Majesty the Queen cannot overstep the authority. I hope you will keep this in mind." Mars said with a majestic voice, and looked at Serena irrefutable , "Your behavior just now can be regarded as a provocation to the royal family."

Serena swallowed, seeing that Mars was really angry, she quickly confessed, "I'm sorry Your Highness, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to hurt your attendant, please forgive me this time."

"Brother Mars, maybe, maybe there is some misunderstanding." Ornis's mind was in a mess. She was too well protected in the royal family, so she didn't understand the meaning of Serena's previous words.

She just panicked.I don't know what conflict happened between Serena and Sean, and I don't know why Mars showed such a terrifying look to Serena.

Obviously not long ago, the four of them made an appointment to ride a horse together.

"Ornis, it's getting late." Mars' voice didn't allow any room for negotiation, "The academy's access control is coming soon, take Miss Serena back."

"Brother Mars..." Ornis wanted to say something, but seeing Sean shaking his head at her behind him, he didn't dare to say anything more, and took Serena's hand and left the stable.

Before leaving, Sean discovered that Serena had quietly given him a victory gesture, which made him a little dumbfounded.

After Ornis and Serena left, the spacious stable turned into a cold and silent cellar, and the atmosphere made people shiver a few times.

"Where is it hurt?" Mars suddenly asked.

"No," Sean said.

"You go back too." Mars exhaled lightly.

"I'll take you back to the pavilion." Sean stepped forward and said.

"No, you go back." However, Mars' attitude was unexpectedly firm. He waved his hand, signaling Sean not to follow, and walked into the silent dusk alone.

Even though everything was a drama planned by Serena, Sean was surprised by the development of the matter. He really did not expect that His Royal Highness, who is polite and elegant but arrogant, would defend himself like this.

Sean followed Serena's arrangement and originally wanted to play an emotional card.Because in his guess, his and Serena's identities are very different, according to Mars's previous handling methods, at most he would speak out to stop Serena's behavior.He wouldn't make such an ugly mess with a noble woman because of his attendants.

From the perspective of a bystander, Sean felt that what Mars did today was not wise, and could even be called a disqualification.But looking at it as Sean Miller, he can't make any comments on this matter.

This should be a good thing. What happened today shows that His Royal Highness may have more important status in his heart than he estimated.But Sean didn't feel complacent about it, on the contrary, he felt a little complicated in his heart.

Like he doesn't like dealing with Alex.Compared with being honest with kind people, Sean is better at playing tricks with cunning people.

The faded and yellowed afterglow wove a dark golden web in the air.The dumb groom seemed to live right next to the stable, and he was doing the last tidying.

When he walked out of the stable, Sean suddenly thought of the back of Mars when he left just now, and he could faintly feel a trace of annoyance and confusion from this back.He thought that Mars might also be reflecting on his inappropriate words and deeds today. After all, the road to coronation was covered with blood and bones. During this process, any slight mistake may set off a huge storm.

When passing by the horse farm, Sean heard the hissing of horses.He saw someone driving a black horse galloping happily in the circle surrounded by wooden fences. There was no sound of the whip or shouting. His mind goes wherever it wants to go.

Sean stood there quietly, the cool sun had already set at his line of sight, and in the last thick golden twilight, he saw the man riding a horse with a flame-like light rushing towards him. come over.

Everything happened suddenly and strangely.Sean didn't have time to evade, he stood there motionless, and witnessed with his own eyes that the man and the horse crossed his head in a smooth and perfect arc, and landed lightly on the ground.

"It's been a long time since I've ridden a horse." Herrell patted the horse's back lightly, and the pure-blooded warhorse he sat down on, which was famous for its aggressiveness and viciousness, stopped obediently like a child not far from Sean.

The cool setting sun slanted on Helear's face. The slender and well-proportioned young man sat on a high horseback in an arrogant and lazy posture with his back straight, looking down at Sean condescendingly.Sean looked at that flawless face, and he could see himself with a stiff face in those rosy pupils.

He suddenly wondered if all the gods in this world have such a deceitful appearance. They are clearly standing on a high place and laughing at the world with disdain, but the world can still imagine holy and beautiful praises from the corners of their mouths.

"Do gods also need to ride horses?" Sean said lightly.

"Don't judge God's appearance based on your impression," the man smiled contemptuously, "I used to be a god, and you don't understand me, do you?"

Sean sighed inaudibly, and he could hear the sarcasm in Herrell's words.The conversation that night ended badly, and now almost half a month has passed, and the first thing Heller did when he saw him was still to fight back.There is no point in arguing and bickering. At this time, Sean just pretended that he didn't hear it, and didn't care about you coming and going.

"Are you here to tell me something?" Sean asked.

"Human, I'm not your carrier pigeon." Herrell showed a dissatisfied look, "I'm just here to inform you of something you must know because of the contract. This is called an oracle. Pay attention to your tone of voice."

"May I ask what happened?"

Herrell looked a little better, "You already have a clue about what you arranged for Oscar to do. As you guessed, the little girl had a bad life there. There is a chance almost every day. Oscar asks you about the details of his actions." time."

"Can you get in touch?" Sean didn't give an answer, but asked a question first, "Have you met him?"

"You have too many questions." Herrell pouted, of course he didn't see Oscar, but he didn't want Sean to know that he couldn't be too far away from him.

It was disgraceful to say it, and made him look like a puppy on a stake.

"I just want to make sure that your means of contact are secure," Sheen said.

"Oscar is my faithful believer. It is not normal for the gods to hear the prayers of believers." Herrell sneered, "So there will be no written evidence, and you will not be heard. You can rest assured."

"This is indeed a good method." Sean nodded thoughtfully.

"This is the bond between gods and believers. There are many people who are willing to be loyal to me, and there is no shortage of you." Herrell raised her chin slightly.

Herrell's words were often barbed, and Sean found that this often happened when Herele was dissatisfied with some of his behavior.

Hearing the meaning of these words, Sean frowned slightly. He had some doubts that Herrell seemed to be still worried about his loyalty to Mars.

"I have no allegiance to anyone." Sean explained again.

"Don't worry, the contract does not restrict your freedom of belief." Helear said, "You can believe in whoever you believe in, and you can be loyal to anyone. Of course, if the object of your choice is the God of Light, you'd better keep this a secret and don't let me know. "

Sean sighed inaudibly, gave up the explanation, and turned the topic to the business, "This plan needs to find a suitable time. Mars is investigating some things recently, and he sent his confidant Lambert, it can be seen This matter is extremely important and secretive, and my initial guess may be related to several other heirs."

"I think there will be a result of this matter in a few days. If the investigation reveals that it is related to His Highness Fern, we will set the time for next week."

"Next week? You can't be more specific in one breath."

"I can't specify a specific date now, it depends on when Her Majesty the Queen arranges her own birth banquet." Sean said, "The entire empire will arrange a statutory holiday during that time."

"Birth feast?" Herrell frowned.

"That's right, please inform Duke Oscar. If everything goes well, the time will be tentatively scheduled for that night." Sean said in a low voice, "Place the first move on the queen's birthday."